"I didn't ask about that!"
Emily was on the verge of losing her cool, "What is this fully automated intelligent broadcast system?!"
"It's the golden finger I prepared for you!"
"What what?"
"That way, even if you don't do anything, you can broadcast the battle conditions perfectly!"
Emily was grinding her silver teeth, the veins on her forehead throbbing, "Then why didn't you tell me that from the start?!"
Lette's voice came from the magic walkie-talkie, "Of course, it was to give you a bit of a challenge. Didn't think you'd fold so easily.
Kid, the whole village is disappointed in you."
Emily gripped the walkie-talkie fiercely, "You! You! You!"
But then she remembered she wasn't holding up the battlefield broadcast ritual!
Darn, all this because that guy made me so mad!
Emily hurriedly reached out to grab it, but to her surprise, she found that the broadcast ritual was hovering in the air automatically, emitting a faint wave of magic power.
"Lette."
"What's up, Emily."
